Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 5

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! My EX-husband!

VICTORIA’S POV

I woke to familiar beeping sounds. When I opened my eyes, it didn’t surprise me to see I was in a hospital bed with an IV attached to the back of my hand.

“You are awake?” a woman in a doctor’s coat asked with a smile. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Devonte?”

“I…” My throat dried, remembering the terrible ache in my abdomen when Alessandro stopped me. What if something happened to my baby? “H–how is my baby?” I needed to know.

The doctor smiled, touching my arm and spreading a sense of comfort. “Your baby is fine. But you need to rest. No anxiety. It could affect you or the baby’s health.”

The heavy stone that had taken residence in my heart disappeared at her words. My baby was fine. Relief washed over me. However, my relief dissipated when I realized she had called me Mrs. Devonte.

“Who brought me here, Doctor?” I asked, fearing it may have been Alessandro.

“Your husband. Don’t worry, he said he’ll be back soon. He just went out to complete some procedures.”

Fear filled me. “Did you tell him about my pregnancy?” I asked, worried she might have said something. I couldn’t let Alessandro find out.

A momentary confusion passed over the doctor’s face, but then she shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Please, don’t tell him,” I requested.

“But…” She peered at me quizzically.

“Please, Doctor, Don’t tell him. I don’t want him to know.”

entered the room. I shifted my eyes to the

she, Doctor?”

well. Vitals

“Why did she faint?”

to care, but just then he started caring? What the hell? I couldn’t help

sure,” the doctor said. “It could be any number of reasons, and her blood work is

Thank Lord!

doctor left the room, and I wished he would, too. I no longer wanted him around. It was too difficult because I still loved him. It would be easier to move on and forget

a box out of it. “You need healthy food,” he said, smiling as he placed the box before me.

taking care of everything. Three years later, my soon-to-be ex-husband had no idea what I could and couldn’t eat. How could he not know I was allergic to shrimp? Probably because it was the first time in all

I closed the

he asked, his face filled

years have been a nightmare for me, and I don’t want

pierced my soul to utter those words, yet I felt I had no choice. Though I still loved him, I also had to

tightening. “Provided you

I was a greedy and needy woman. In his mind, that was why I married him. But that had never been the case. Foolishly, I loved him. Yet he always seemed to despise

hurt and bitter to my own ears. “Did you forget we’re legally separated?” I shook

whoosh and click of the door met my ears. The tears I had kept back while he was

ALESSANDRO’S POV

at her, but being a gentleman, I left. I had even set my pride aside, chasing after her,

she wanted to leave me, I’d give